The Cherished Wife

Noelle gazed into Charles' eyes, feeling completely captivated and unable to move.

Charles smirked when he saw her in this dazed state. He leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Naturally, I came here to... do you."

A shiver ran down Noelle's spine, her eyes widening in surprise. She pushed Charles away, blinking several times and swallowing hard.

Seeing her reaction, Charles found it both amusing and exasperating. He reached out while playfully stroking Noelle's neck. "What are you doing? Normally, you'd be throwing yourself into my arms by now." "No way! You're so improper!" Noelle protested, her face turning a shade of red as vibrant as a boiled shrimp.

"You're usually somewhat of a gentleman. Maybe not exactly a refined gentleman, but at least not so-mmmph!"

Before Noelle could finish her sentence, Charles silenced her with a kiss. She stared at him in shock as he claimed her lips, his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth.

Noelle slowly closed her eyes, letting out a soft whimper as she began to respond to him, following his lead.

by the time they were both sated, Noelle was utterly

motionless beside Charles, her

leaned against the headboard, watching her tender gesture with warmth flooding his eyes. He gently clasped her hand in return. "I'm

but she just wanted to keep holding his

to kiss her forehead, her eyes, and then her chin. He sighed. "What an enchantress you are. Have you put some kind of spell on me?" "Yes," Noelle replied with a mischievous grin, rolling

his chest. "I've cast a spell on

so?" Charles caught her wandering hand, his voice taking on a warning

not realize that men were especially vulnerable to teasing at

playfully, and she laughed. "Charlie, tell me... you came here much earlier,

flashing briefly with an intense,

take care of this problem

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